The Sensualist

Abstract

It was nine o’clock. Night had fallen. There were stray lights in the village square. A few cabs still remained there. Their drivers sat huddled in their overcoats on the driving seats, waiting for stray passengers on their way to the hills. The motor-bus setting out on its last journey to Dublin was hooting around the corner making a great noise with its cumbersome engine. A herd of cows passed, lowing and shuffling and scraping the ground with their lazy hoofs. Around the village, the thronging tree covered hills were shrouded in a white mist. They seemed to have crept closer with the fall of night, cutting off the village from the rest of the world. There was a mysterious silence in the air, a country silence following the fall of night. ‘Sleep, sleep,’ it seemed to say.

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